*after 2 of talking*
Yo so get the mic burned, open it up
[Black Yes I, it out It's like, you to the musician Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision I take you a tunnel of thought, wit no support Now you got caught off guard, by the number one for the Illa-Fifth for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be valid Disasterous, the just bust this, for the listener Thought yo, while I exhibit the Styles, from the artist, boast of lyrical darkness, enter the style Severin just like apartments, ill flavor I'm a by nature wit my number one neighbor, Common >From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the of this ready to rhyme So I'm gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out
I persue sound fairs, like Dru Down's hair niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs On Knotts I Landed, players get played like nice, taken for granted like life I write twice and singles in record pools Niggas I'm dunkin like cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles big words and not sayin shit The click that you in wit, the accent you flavor whipped I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the of the week Niggas is weak an' and I start to Niggas to leakin, my nigga Derek D an' I'm the future, funky for human beings Like I was the Biz Mark, I the noise iller Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a Little bit of to a MC who need a new producer Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I like crack I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is Niggas understand the and relevance to this rhyme I Stretch a nigga all the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong song'll keep goin, I start the holdin My is turnin to earth The is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin* ?Tremblin it came down the shoot?
[Pharoahe (Pharoahe) Yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yo Always em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again em back, lettin em know that minimum wages Subliminally befriending em for criminal Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit facts And milly ac-tually I piss on your wax It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the Just he got rhyme of the month twice Four mic devices, the gem blade the shit slices Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it)
Yes, rippin the My words will enlight your When I'm quick to strike your home like Capone N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will yours Still waitin for the to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your the beef for black attack When I, yes quick to the wack I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin Flowin water from a fountain when I deliver Like from a river makin you shiver for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature Yes, but I'm to get deeper You'll catch a ill from listenin too close to the speaker When I reach ya, it's more clearer, outta the era
[Black It's like this, we keep you open like a Took a shot of hip hop, it's For my man from the of Representatives And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what bout ta Do I show you a and throw you? For all competitors, Black comin through the seckle 'cause I'm the style and you inferior Let me my voice so you can hear me ta-- rule the, microphone Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a MC's just start to studdered the rap style Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out it's the, deranged style that change formats and forms I swarm like killa for feelin these fantasies MC's a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem it's like this, my song thump your preference You can never attempt to reach where my level is Thought severin competitives, off the dome top Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop
And don't halt, I guess it was my I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to salt But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago follow, hold the water bottle My shit'll flowin Now I'm showin this poetry in motion a picure Read the scripture, understood the New Testament Start to it The shit is this, where the beat went I give MC's the treatment They tried to come against me, I em they wasn't fresh Rappers I Crush, and Destroy like Stress Extinction Agenda, Com just send a-nother Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't room to shit on the mic That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I need a pad Off the dome, my roam/Rome like a Greek I to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week Like days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony Never a phony, Express styles like a Pony ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I this One time, it came back the rap follow me like one time Check it out my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on It's like upon the mic yo I sit upon
Monch] Yo yo, check it out now, one now, Pharoahe Monch yo It's not breaks at the bar, if you a star Wit me and my crew baby you won't go far I seek the love of Allah, the I lay Peepin the upper echelon of light Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so Cleverly put, revolutions than a axel The sad slow nigga smoother than Coltrane Who can cop beats that I chop cocaine The effortless action wit moves like Lip, stick and wit mo' satisfaction And all the while my beats can up More than X-File shows all added up The educated nigga from Queens, by any Servin any fiends, similar to Team But like steam I will rise to the top to the cream For who fiend for hip hop I pop and bla-block shot and chop spots top notch cops to bust from a crotch Positioning, Absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome
The word was precision so I get a vision And makin sentences on top of your Underground, the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's Who catch across the border across, the window, not a nympho Lookin at my man, the Jedi when the lead fly My man just took a picture, so I snapped it Lookin at the man who got the joint in his shit, the back shit I pack shit but it's never an automatic I'm causin static just the opposite of Bounce I get, throwing mad Look at my man Bobbito and I gotta the beat I'm never come off 'cause weak is the opposite of strong I to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken It's my turn to rhyme need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy Used to graffiti 'cause I got the burner You might not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the wrap Yo
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